This is the second time I've ridden since my knee surgery. The weather has been horrible for riding.
I need to at least get Blue up to the barn and handle him once in awhile, even if I only groom him; I forget what a prince he really is, when I don't mess with him for awhile. I forget how he holds down his head and practically puts it in the halter for me, as I hold it in front of him. I forget how he lets me hug him and put my face against his jaw. Not all horses are like that.
Yes, as horseback rides go, today's ride wasn't very pleasant. It was around 40°, with a cold wind blowing over the snow. I didn't wear enough clothing. And my toes got cold, after wading through mud to get Blue, and then riding for an hour.
Still, there's just something about being in the saddle. Something about the relationship you can have with a good horse, the partnership. Something about the freedom.
Maybe it was a good ride after all.